"Killed?"
"Just killed like that?"
Ao Ying slowly turned her head, looking at the ashes swirling in the wind, disbelief lingering in her eyes.
These filthy things could withstand even the onslaught of the Void Torrent, yet Xie Xuanyi casually dispatched them with just a wisp of Sword Qi?
She knew Xie Xuanyi was very powerful now.
Only...
She couldn’t imagine Xie Xuanyi had grown this strong.
She spent three years reaching the Eleventh Realm of Yin God, which was already considered miraculous.
But Xie Xuanyi, in just three years...
Beca the most powerful Sword Immortal in this world.
Compared to him, she was like a grain of rice next to the giant sun.
"Killing them isn’t difficult."
Xie Xuanyi still maintained his position, crouched atop a large rock.
His gaze never moved, it remained locked in the depths of the void.
"In this world, all things have their nesis."
"For example... fire fears water, darkness fears light."
Xie Xuanyi said, "As long as you grasp the secret to obliterate them, even if one’s realm is lower... it’s alright..."
"Secret?"
Ao Ying slightly frowned, only then noticing a faint Intent of Destruction seed to be flowing through the world.
Indeed.
Xie Xuanyi is a Great Practitioner who has comprehended the Path of Destruction.
That wisp of Sword Qi just now seed small, but it actually contained profound mysteries...
The compressed Intent of Destruction, concentrated within the Sword Qi, could unleash trendous power upon hitting its target.
Probably no Yin God Realm cultivator could withstand such a strike.
"If there is no ultimate ’Intent of Destruction,’"
"Then there needs to be ultimate ’Life Intent.’
Xie Xuanyi stood up calmly and said, "If I am not mistaken, these filthy things... should be afraid of Origin Power and pure Daoist Laws..."
The Undying Spring can kill them.
The Intent of Destruction can also kill them.
Origin Power, pure Daoist Laws?
Ao Ying’s expression beca peculiar.
Those who possess Origin Power were Heavenly Human Realm Ancient Saints from a thousand years ago.
As for pure Daoist Laws, they are equally rare.
"How many of these things are still inside the Ruins?"
Xie Xuanyi suddenly asked such a question.
"Many, quite many."
The demoness replied in a hoarse voice.
Recalling the scene on Sand Mountain earlier, the countless silhouettes, Ao Ying felt her Heart Lake shiver. She was willing to expend Essence Blood to activate her Feng Mou and escape, just to avoid seeing those ghostly things again. Who knew these things could lock onto her.
If Xie Xuanyi hadn’t intervened, what would have happened next?
She would have been ambushed by these filthy creatures.
And then... died?
"These things will pollute a cultivator’s Heart Lake, consu a cultivator’s Divine Sea, and occupy a cultivator’s Flesh Body."
Xie Xuanyi glanced at Ao Ying, "If you can’t kill them, your fate will be very bleak."
"Seizing?"
Ao Ying furrowed her brow.
From Xie Xuanyi’s description, these filthy things seem to be seeking a bodily host?
"Similar to seizing but not the sa."
Xie Xuanyi thought for a mont, "More like... parasitism?"
The thirteen living dead found near Snow Mountain, they were all demon spirits with consciousness when alive.
"Where do these things co from, were they refined by soone?"
Ao Ying couldn’t help but ask.
"Good question..."
Xie Xuanyi chuckled, extending two fingers, gently pointing towards the nearby void, "I’m curious about the answer to that question too."
A hiss.
The Sword Qi tore the void apart.
As soon as she spoke, Ao Ying regretted it.
Seeing the void rift reopen, her expression turned unpleasant.
"Wait... you wouldn’t..."
She had gone through great effort to escape the Ruins!
Is this Xie planning to take her back?
"Yes, you’re right, I’m going to the Ruins."
Xie Xuanyi said indifferently, "Lead the way, you have no choice."
...
...
The sandstorm was vast, sweeping over the hills.
The so-called Ruins were nothing but a Snow Desert, littered with gravel, piled into mountains. They say it is an ancient relic of a thousand-year-old war, but ti has eroded all traces... nothing remains of that war’s essence here.
Or perhaps, such a war never happened.
Within the Sand Mountain.
The void rift shattered, and a man and woman stepped out from within.
Xie Xuanyi had his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
Ao Ying gritted her teeth, following behind Xie Xuanyi...
Fate plays tricks, as she spent three years in solitude within the Ruins, only for it all to be in vain.
The world is vast.
How could she be teleported to where Xie Xuanyi was?
This guy is truly irrational...
Ordinary people, who would run to the Ruins?
"Hmm... those filthy things were still here earlier..."
Ao Ying brought Xie Xuanyi back to the place of her retreat.
Yet, after just half a stick of incense’s ti.
All around the Sand Mountain, clarity had returned.
The mountain-like, sea-like silhouettes had all vanished.
Between heaven and earth, only the boundless sand wind remained, empty and desolate, with traces of Death Qi.
Here, it was incredibly tranquil, too tranquil to be true!
If she hadn’t seen those filthy creatures erge from the void rift, Ao Ying might have thought she encountered an illusion, mistaking the whole situation.
"Don’t worry, you weren’t mistaken."
Xie Xuanyi spoke calmly.
He released a wisp of Sword Qi, casting it into the Snow Desert. The Sword Qi slithered forward like a serpent, rapidly heading into the distance.
In this world, many things cannot be judged by their surface...
These "filthy things" are very unusual, even separated by dozens of miles, Xie Xuanyi could sense their nauseating, dark aura.
"Wait..."
Suddenly.
Ao Ying tugged on Xie Xuanyi’s sleeve.
She gritted her teeth and carefully said, "This Ruins is extrely dangerous, if we go further, we’ll reach the Ancient Battlefield, the ancient relics. If there was truly a battle of Heavenly People, its peril would surpass even the Great Yue Kingdom..."
"So?"
Xie Xuanyi was unfazed, looking at the demoness with a faint smile.
"Master Xie..."
Ao Ying lifted her head as wind and sand swept by, letting her hair fall loose.
Noteworthy.
This demoness had quite an allure.
Maybe due to her Dragon Descendant lineage, or perhaps sheer beauty.
At this mont, the demoness’ red attire fluttered in the sand wind, lips slightly parted, like a dust-covered bright pearl.
Her eyes were full of pleading, her tone pitifully begging.
"Back then, Chiling City wanted to kill , the Taoists also sought my death."
"Ao Ying had no choice but to hide in the Ruins, just to cling to life..."
While speaking.
She watched Xie Xuanyi’s expression.
Seeing the black-clothed Sword Cultivator in the sand wind maintain a neutral expression.
"Endless excuses, countless justifications, ultimately Ao Ying was in the wrong..."
The woman softly begged, "Master Xie, I don’t want the Red Dragon Fortune. Now that you are the Sword Palace Master of Da Sui Sword Palace, can you spare ?"
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